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aajjks · 3 years ago

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Ownership;

synopsis. It was his day, you were his so how could you spend it with somebody else?

pairing: Yan!hybrid jungkook x Fem!owner reader.

warnings: YANDERE, DARK, ANGST, FLUFF, intense moments, crying... Lots of it, he's very manipulative... Manipulation, unhealthy dependence, anxiety, sabotaging a potential relationship, wholesome moments, he loves your cakes!!!, Noona is forgetful and dumb...

note. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JUNGKOOK!!!! IT IS A REALLY SPECIAL DAY FOR ME AND I THINK FOR ALL OF US!!!! I WROTE this in a day so I'm so sorry if you find errors.. I just wanted to write something for him this year too.... Okay... he's really special to me and I love and appreciate him alot.... I hope he has the most amazing day ever and gets alot of gifts!!!! it's also the start of my birthday month so it's GREAT! Happy birthday to my most favourite person! It's finally jk day! ALSO A WARNING... I'LL BE SPAMMING YOUR DASH WITH JK CONTENT SO BE PREPARED!!! ENJOY!!!! I love jungkook 😭😭😭💓💓💖

September 1st. The day your life changed forever.

Today was the day, it had been two years, time was passing by so fast that it was hard to tell anymore. September 1st was also the day of his birthday, but anxiety was all you felt.

"jeongguk, sweetheart can you come here for a minute? baby we need to talk," Closing the door of the refrigerator, you called out for your bunny. Straightening your posture you inhaled a deep breath. It was hard for you to tell if he would be fine with the big news you'd be telling him today,

On his birthday.

Your heart was refusing to calm down, your mind was only thinking about one thing and that was his reaction.

How would he react? You weren't exactly sure, jeongguk had become a mystery as the years passed.

He only showed you what he wanted to. You couldn't read him anymore. It was a drastic change in his once sweet innocent personality that you adored and now missed so dearly.

But time changes. And he's changing too, you couldn't do anything about it.

Time really does change though. Today was a special day. Really, not just because it was his birthday but because of someone special that would be coming today.

A small smile found its way on your face, your cheeks were tightening at the thought of him. Namjoon made your heart flutter like you were a teenager. He made you feel so good about yourself, he made you realise that you needed love, you deserved to love and be loved in return.

He was the type of a guy who's too oblivious, but clueless when it came to romance. But that was what really attracted you to him. He was like a big teddy bear. He's the type you'd want to grow old with.... he made you feel so comfortable... So at ease.

He was exactly the comfort you needed.

Opening your eyes, jeongguk was still not here. What was taking him so long? "Jeongguk?" You called his name out again. You farrowed your eyebrows.

Maybe he didn't hear you, you could go to him. Exhaling a breath out, you turned to leave when his voice stopped you.

"NOONA!~ you called for me?" Turning your head back, you saw him. There he was.

Standing tall as he stared at you with his big Bambi eyes, the sweatshirt hugged his buffer figure tight. His hair was only growing longer, dark and curly, you smiled at him to which he replied with his own precious one, his cheeks were round as his little dimples became visible

He had gotten only cuter!

"Noona?" You blinked. "Oh yes jeongguk we need to talk about something." He stared back at you with confused eyes, a hint of fear glistening in them. He hopped towards you, his strong arms wrapped around your shoulders as he pulled you in his embrace, burying his face in your neck, you heard the sound of his sniffles.

"About what, noona? Did I do something to upset you? I hope you're not mad at me? Please forgive me if I've been a bad boy.." he muttered in a small voice, his arms tightened around you while his face only nuzzled deeper in your neck.

His breath felt hot and tingly, god, you were always so tingling.

Oh no what was he talking about? You weren't mad at him. You needed to calm him down.

Carefully, you rubbed your arms against his back to soothe him. "No baby of course not? I actually need to tell you about something important okey?"

You managed to get out of his embrace, he only stared at you with confusion.

Oh he looked so innocent.

You have a soft comforting smile, "let's sit down okay?" He nodded as you two made your way to the living room.

"So... Kook you know it's your birthday today right..?" He was sitting right beside you. You stared at him and he gave you the brightest grin. "Of course noona! But it's not my birthday that is special but it's our anniversary together! We met for the first time today? You know that right?" He copied you.

And that's when it hit you.

Oops.

How could you forget....

"Noona? Did you forget?" He narrowed his eyes at you, his tone shifted from soft to rough as you looked at him like a deer caught in headlights.

"Oh of course I remember! Anyways your birthday is more important so you know that Eunwoo and his fiancee are coming tonight," you laughed awkwardly while he eyed you cautiously.

"Oh yes he will be with his lady right?" You only giggled in response. "Oh Kookie, don't worry."

You were laughing from outside buy inside your heart was clenching in anxiety...

He still didn't like Eunwoo who was happily commited so how would he react to namjoon....

Oh were you in trouble.

While trying your best to mask your anxiety, you smiled, trying to keep your calm.

"Well another guest will also be coming- I would've loved it better if it was just you and me, noona..." Jeongguk pouted, staring at you with a cute expression.

He knew that was your weakness.

..."oh.." you exclaimed. "Another guest?" He had a straight face now.

Waiting for you complete your sentence.

Your heart was dropping in your chest. Maybe inviting your crush over was going to be a huge mistake.

Oh what had you done.

"Well... Ahemm, honey you see, he's my... friend" God.... It was getting awfully difficult for you, his gaze made you feel suffocated.

Oh lord.... "Are you talking about Eunwoo? Of course I know that... Noona.."

Oh no he thought you were talking about Eunwoo?

Fuck.

"Oh no no honey there's another... Friend of mine.. oh oh OH you know he has a hybrid as well! What's her name... again??? Hmm let me think.."

It was only fair that you avoided his predatory gaze. "Hmm oh yes! Soyeon!!! She's a kitten hybrid! I think you two will like each other!" You clapped your hands together

You wanted nothing more than to get away from this tension.

Finally after gathering courage to look up at jeongguk, you waited for his response.

He only sighed in response. "Ahhh noona... Why?" He looked so done, bored even.

Suddenly his eyes were droopy as he leaned his chin on his hand.

"Well namjoon couldn't leave her alone so I thought that she could also come... Jeongguk... You need company too. Other than mine." Okay... You needed to clear all of it now.

Before he completely manipulated you. He did not even bother to respond back.

Okay so you'll just tell him now. Inhaling a deep breath you exhaled out and took your hands out of his grasp.

"I like namjoon, jeongguk." There.

You had said it. It wasn't really that hard...yet.

Jeongguk looked up at you with wide eyes, mouth agape with shock. His eyes were already starting to water, a glossy effect was in them. "W-What?"

He got what you meant, clearly.

Oh no.... Why does he have to speak like that.... Your heart broke immediately.

He sounded so broken.... His voice broke mid sentence. "What noona?!" He sobbed as he came closer to you.

You tried to look away, Why does he have to speak like that.... Your heart broke immediately.

He sounded so broken.... His voice broke mid sentence. "What noona?!" He sobbed as he came closer to you.

You tried to look away from him but Before you could, he said something horrific. "You don't love me anymore, noona... I know it.... But still I feel like heart is being ripped apart into thousands of pieces.. I wish you could love me again...." He barely managed to whisper, despite his voice breaking so many times.

no no no.... Jeongguk was misunderstanding you.

You loved him!

"Jeongguk! You know damn well that's not true! I love you? Just not in the way you want me to!" You didn't intent for your words to come out in such a stern dominant tone, but they did. "How can you keep accusing me of something so absurd! Is it bad that I too want to be loved?!" No, you couldn't cry.

Jeongguk stared at you with shook eyes, they were glossy and red. His mouth opened to say something.

"No noona, it's not bad to want to be feel loved.... But tell me one thing, noona..." He closed his eyes, the tears falling down from his cheeks, he inhaled a deep breath, "is it bad that I only want to be loved by you?"

He leaned closer to your face, his hands were starting to sweat as they clenched around your tighter, "I only want you.... I can't help it noona! Please don't let someone else have me! I'm only yours! Can't you see? The way you feel with namjoon I'd the way I feel with you!"

Wow his accent was clearer now.

"Noona it's okay if you don't love me anymore but I love you! I love you so much that it drives me insane to think about sharing you! Y-Youre mine!" He pulled you even closer, what happened to you, you couldn't bring yourself to argue with him. "This is my day! This is our day! We should spend it together!" He stared at you with his doe eyes. Jeongguk took the opportunity to dig his hands deeper in your untied hair, playing with them. "My noona is so pretty.." he exhaled out. "My pretty noona, you're the only gift I want please! You're my owner..."

"Jeongguk sweetheart..." You caressed his cheek.

Where the hell did he learn to speak so smoothly from?

"You make me so happy noona! Only you are enough And the yummy cakes you make!" He giggled as he leaned his forehead on yours.

"Namjoon... He can come noona... Of course this is your home, you get to decide everything. "But please don't leave me! I won't be able to take that!"

Oh no your heart was breaking... Man...he made everything so much harder.

"You're my everything! My only gift is you that I long to have!" he had started to cry again. His hands were now on your face.

"Noona you're my best gift ever."

"Well, baby I understand you and thank you for understanding me... I'll see how it goes with namjoon okay? You're my first priority and I'm not going to abandon you," you kissed his forehead.

"R-Really noona? Do you really love me? do you really love me the most?" Jeongguk had a lovesick look on his face, his tears were now dry but his nose was still red.

"Yes baby of course! And sweetheart, stop crying now okay? Look it's almost 12 am!!! Eunwoo and his fiancee must be on the way! Come on go get ready!" You stood up, clapped your hands together as you dragged him out of the couch.

"HURRY JEONGGUK!!" Jeongguk almost melted at your cuteness! "Okay noona!" He quickly obeyed you, chuckling at your dilemma. "Gosh where the heck is my phone!"

Jeongguk stopped in his tracks as he heard you.

"Ah noona... I had your phone... It died so I put it on charging in my room, don't worry about it."

"Oh that's so nice of you baby, thank you! Now go!"

He continued to walk once again, a smirk playing on his lips.

You'll never know. And even if you did, you'd forgive him because Jeongguk didn't do anything wrong. This was his day, he deserved to spend it with you without anyone's interruption.

This was his day, his birthday And he couldn't let anyone ruin it for him.

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bdoubleowo · 2 years ago

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Oh em gee im so sozzy i just realised i was on ur profile instead of my dash- sorry for the spam ^-^

i do not understand people who care about like/rb spams. like bro someone liked ur blog enough to just go through it and like and/or reblog it all? sick! "it clogs my activity feed" unless you have notifications on (which is its own brand of insanity i had that shit turned off before i even hit 100 followers) its like. ok. scroll a little bit. who cares.

honestly i have my activity tab filtered so it only shows me reblogs with a comment or tags, comments, and asks so if ur not tagging your reblogs i genuinely don't see that notification. ever. i don't care go wild.

#og post #ask #t0w0mmyinnit

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cuntycassandra · 3 years ago

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Hi :)

About a month ago I got a bunch of asks asking me to test my ‘dashboard osmosis’, and try to give a summary/brief paragraph about my thoughts on a few fandoms that I’ve seen floating around tumblr recently. Out of the six asks, I’m only involved in one of the fandoms, so please take this with a pinch of salt. All is meant in good fun and I’m not here to judge or ridicule anyone for their interests (I’m a Star Wars geek for goodness sakes, that’d be very hypocritical of me) I thought it would be easier to answer these all in one post, spare spamming my mutuals with my nonsensical ramblings.

@esquire-chicken

Hey bestie. I am HERE to deliver.

Okay so for the Loki fandom, I get the vibe a LOT of you are LGBT+, so many people have been raving about Loki being a confirmed bisexual and as much as I can’t stand this man (I’m sorry!!) I’m honestly here for it. We love to see the rep. I also saw lots of people raving about him being a confirmed hero, so, I guess that’s cool too? Yay?

I feel like this fandom can be a little defensive, which is highkey terrifying, but I suppose we all have our faves. But i want yall to drink some water and…idk play with chalk for an hour from time to time.

@treasureofmy-heart

I know absolutely NOTHING about Six of Crows, but from your dash I know that Jesper is a big favourite. He seems like a cool dude, maybe a bit mentally unstable but cool nonetheless. I like Wylan’s aesthetic! Is he gay? He seems kinda gay…. Oh and Nina is absolutely beautiful. I feel like everyone in the fandom fancies her but she’s just a powerhouse bitch who ain’t taking shit from anyone. I can’t really explain this but I feel like your fandom has some extremely talented artists. Like the art you’ve reblooged is phenomenal.

Hey anon 😎 I’m not going to lie I had to Google what the desticule was because I’m uncultured as fuck, and then I realised it’s related to Supernatural which I STILL know nothing about, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.

But I can safely say yall are BATSHIT INSANE AND I LOVE YALL FOR IT. didn’t you guys take over tumblr at one point??? Like weren’t people who hadnt even seen Supernatural spewing random facts like possessed puppets? Yall are demons and I just adore every single one of you for it. Didn’t that one guy Jensen steal the show or something? Like what an icon. I know nothing about him but I stan. You guys have my eternal gratitude just for existing.

@quillsink

Chandler should’ve been confirmed bisexual that is all I have to say. I know absolutely nothing about Joey but I am a Chanoey shipper through and through because of you. Like yes. Phoebe is a queen and I love her with every fibre to my being, I feel like she is an underappreciated icon and deserves more attention. Uhmmm let me thinkkkk, Ross is a questionable dude and not a lot of people like him, aaaaand Monica needs a cup of coffee, as does half of your fandom :) I know this said more about the show rather than the fandom, but I feel as though these are common beliefs amongst you all.

@lirinck2

Bestie I have absolutely NO idea what this show is about but I LOVE their fashion sense, I feel like that’s a really big people pleaser amongst the fandom. A lot of the characters seem to have deep trauma from what I’ve seen, and I think that might resonate with a lot of its fans (lmao ‘cause same), alongside the fact it seems under appreciated and accepted in its time. The dark and eerie mystery settings give off a thriller fandom vibe, and I’m honestly intrigued. I legit want to watch this show. You’ve got me hooked.

Ahh last but certainly not least. I’m not going to touch upon the Hamilton fandom because my opinion in that regard is well known enough as it is, but for the amrev fandom, I can say 10000%, we are all absolutely fucking ridiculous (affectionately).

I mean, you have your factual posters like Amanda, Julia, Elle, Byrd, Sarah, Sev, and I (from time to time), alongside this you have your slightly loopy but absolutely loveable fanfic writers/artists like Ink, Hannah, Polly, Ray, Tori, Clair, Sofia, Rose, and Lin. We’re all quite vibey, a little crazy and very homosexual, but yknow, we get by.

*sigh* but then I bring thee down to….the shitposters who actually terrify me and deserve exorcisms; Kit, Lisa, Hayhay, every Alex ever, Su, Mellisa Tracyn, Jon, honestly this list is just endless here. Yall scare me and I’m actually in awe of that fact. We’re a very diverse fandom, as you can tell. You guys NEVER know what this bunch will come up with, they’re a ticking time bomb and it’s great, they keep us on our toes. Love you guys.

Lmao I hope did your fandoms justice, and like I said, none of this is to be taken seriously, it’s all in good fun!

#ask bea #bea’s mutuals #supernatural #desticule #friends #amrev #american revolution #Loki #six of crows #murdoch mysteries #ink 🖋#jamie 👑#friendos ✨

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years ago

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More Hermong Us requests! I have a lot, feel free to ignore the ones that don't inspire you if the spam gets to be too much

The round from the latest stream where Brody and Tango are lovers, and Brody kills in front of Tango and he has to go through all the stages of realization/freaking out/trying to calm down/deciding to cover for him, just in time to speak up at the meeting...I can't even remember if they won or not, but I love the whole sneaky pact dynamic of an impostor-crewmate lovers team so much and I know you'd write it so well :)

i feel like i need to clarify that even though it’s called the “lovers” role, this is not shippy in any way :) it’s not meant to be read as ship so please dont tag as ship

…

At the end of the first meeting of the round, when Skizz and Impulse’s bodies were reported and nobody was ejected, Tango trots after Brody and catches up with him in storage, linking arms with him. “Heeeyyy,” he says in a singsong voice.

“Hey,” Brody responds warmly. What’s up?”

“I think you know what’s up,” says Tango, making an exaggerated kissy face.

Brody snickers and pushes his friend’s face away. “Don’t do that, man. We’re not supposed to let people know we’re the lovers, remember.”

“What, are you embarrassed for our friends to find out about our looooooove?”

“Ooookay, I’m going now.”

Tango grins as he watches Brody pick up speed and round the corner, before heading into communications to do his task. He loves teasing his lover partners. Considering the lovers role is quite high-risk, it can be tense at times. So Tango likes to mess around a bit more.

He completes this task and has just finished the shields task when another body is reported.

Tango stays silent throughout the subsequent meeting, letting his thoughts drift away. There’s only six people left; a double kill would end the game. And it’s not like Tango’s seen anything that would be of use.

“If nobody can stand up for you, I’m voting you out,” Brody is saying. “Tango?”

Tango blinks, glancing up at his friend. “Hm?”

“Can you vouch for Etho?”

Tango’s gaze flickers to Etho, who’s watching him pleadingly. “Sorry,” he says quietly. “I haven’t seen him.”

“Then I’m voting Etho,” Brody says. “I suggest you all do the same.”

Even though he hasn’t paid much attention to the meeting, Tango decides to trust his lover and votes for Etho, who votes for Brody. But it’s not enough to save him.

After Etho’s been ejected, Tango quickly heads for security to finish his penultimate task: the final wiring task. Now he only has one more: a task in electrical that he’s been putting off for as long as possible. Once that one is finished, he decides he’ll go find Brody and stick with him. He trusts Brody implicitly.

As Tango rounds the corner outside of lower engine, he spots Brody himself coming out of electrical. His lover doesn’t stop, but he does give a friendly smile and wave.

Smiling back, Tango starts to head into electrical but stops dead as the strong scent of blood hits him like a brick wall.

Then his eyes land on Evil’s dead body lying in front of the lightbox.

His stomach drops and he hurriedly dashes out of the room, running back the way he came. He darts into security and sits down heavily against the wall, hardly able to breathe as he digests what he just saw.

Brody JUST came out of electrical. There’s no way he’s not the killer.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god-!” Tango gasps out over and over. He’s freaking out and he has no idea what to do.

Brody got Etho ejected. He’s killed at least one person, likely more. Tango is the person who reported Impulse’s body during the first part of the game… What if Brody is the one who put it there?

Unfortunately, he doesn’t get long to calm himself down, as Evil’s body is reported a few seconds later.

Tango takes a deep breath as he realises Brody must’ve returned to self-report. Astro and Joker are the only two left. He knows Astro is safe, so the other imposter must be Joker.

Joker and Brody. His lover.

Tango knows it’s just a game. But the lovers role has created a bond between Tango and Brody that feels so raw and real, as if they really are soulmates. And to find out now that his lover is the killer…

“I found Evil in electrical,” Brody reports. “I saw no-one around.”

Tango’s brain is scrambled.

“I was in reactor doing my last task,” says Joker. “The counting one.”

WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO-

“I was all the way over in weapons,” Astro says. “I was looking around for dead bodies.”

I know what I have to do.

“I-I was with Brody when we discovered the body,” Tango blurts out before he can stop himself. “I can vouch for him.”

He briefly makes eye contact with Brody, who gives him the smallest of frowns.

“In that case, it must be Joker,” Astro says. “Right?”

Tango momentarily stops breathing. This is it. Brody has a choice to make right now; will he choose his imposter partner or his lover?

Finally, Brody responds, “Yeah, it’s gotta be Joker.”

“What? No!” Joker glares pointedly at him. “What are you doing? We’ve been together so much this game.”

“Sorry, but Astro’s story checks out and I was with Tango. Nobody else it can be.”

Joker furiously opens his mouth to reply but he happens to glance over at Tango, who steadily meets his gaze, and stops dead, clearly realising what’s going on. Realising too late that he doesn’t have a chance.

“I hate you both,” he snaps. “Astro, you’ve been totally duped and I feel sorry for you. Mmn, actually, no, I don’t.”

Confident in the knowledge that everyone else has already voted, Tango sidles closer to Brody and links arms with him. He knows that Brody is a killer, but he still feels the urge to be close to Brody, to seek comfort from him. Maybe it’s their many years of friendship, maybe it’s their platonic bond made stronger by the lovers role. Either way, he knows they’ve won this round.

Astro spots this and sighs. “Ah. I should’ve known.”

“Yeah, you should have,” snaps Joker.

Astro shoots him a scowl. “You’ve been in this situation before, Joker. You know that if you’re the fourth person in this scenario, you have zero chance of winning. And frankly, I’d like at least ONE crewmate to win.”

Joker scowls back at him for a moment before sighing. “Fair enough.”

He votes for himself, creating a unanimous decision.

Back in the lobby, Tango glances over and happens to meet Brody’s gaze. He can feel that the lovers bond has disappeared.

“Nice job staying alive,” Brody chuckles.

Tango opens his mouth to reply but Joker interrupts, “Dude, you’ve no idea how close you were to getting killed, there. The only thing that saved you was Brody going “mm mm, mm mm” at me.”

“Like “bad idea, bad idea”, yeah,” laughs Brody. “Sorry, Joker.”

Joker grins back. “No worries.”

“Honestly, I was undecided about which one of you to betray until that final meeting, when Tango said we were together even though we weren’t. You must’ve been aware that I was the imposter at that point, right?”

“I only realised it JUST then,” responds Tango. “When I stumbled onto Evil’s body in electrical just seconds after I saw you come out of there. I realised you had to be the killer.”

“And you still decided to cover for me?”

“It was my only chance of winning, really. I couldn’t risk you getting ejected cuz then I’d die too.”

Brody grins and nudges him. “And that’s the only reason, hm?”

Tango frowns at him. “Huh?”

“It wasn’t cuz you didn’t want your beloved lover to die?”

After a moment, Tango rolls his eyes amusedly. “Okay, maybe it was a little bit that. A tiny bit.”

Brody’s grin widens. “Uh huh. Anyway, when you covered for me, that’s when I decided I was gonna stick with you.”

“For better or for worse,” teases Tango.

Joker rolls his eyes and makes a disgusted noise. “Bleh. Guys, you’re not "lovers" anymore. No need to act like it.”

“I think Joker’s just jealous,” Brody responds, grinning.

“Jealous? Of having a fake lover who murders people in cold blood? Thanks, but no thanks.”

“Oh, I cannot WAIT for the round you get to be lovers with someone,” Tango laughs.

Brody gives Joker a light punch on the shoulder. “I’d feel sorry for his partner, honestly.”

“I hate you both.”

#friday night stabby #tangotek #brodyman #misterjoker #astrozoan #vaunna’s requests

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hellroots · 3 years ago

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『 THE INTERACTIONS』

OC, DUPLICATE, MULTIMUSE AND CANON DIVERGENT FRIENDLY

my tagging system is simple, i tag triggers as "tw; x" and . images that may be sensitive or triggering as "cw; x". you can further see how my tags work by taking a look at my tag dump post, just search ‘tag dump’ on my blog and you will find the most recent one i’m using. i shitpost and talk oocly on the dash constantly but you can easily blacklist my tag if it bothers you. here's something you should know about me: when i'm doing drafts i usually don't feel like chatting much, so please do not spam me because i won't be able to reply, i love to talk with my moots but sometimes it overwhelms me. on that note, please don't pester me for replies ic or ooc, i am slow and chances are that if you try to guilt trip me or just nag me about it i'll leave as the ones i'll get to in the later end on purpose, just out of spite. yes, i be like that. please be patient - i’ll never pressure you and expect the same in return. plotting wise: i prefer to just wing it with just a faint idea of where to take the thread but honestly i'm cool with anything. please be considerate when formatting your replies, i have a bad eyesight & if i can't read it, i won't bother with it. my own formatting is simple and clean. on a smaller note, please bear with me and my muses as my muses ramble a lot but you don't have to match the length, just give me something to work with. if we write together, the chances of me making edits/tagging you in stuff are really big, just lmk if you don’t like that though !

『 THE FLEET』

MOSTLY BI/PAN MUSES, MULTISHIP AND MULTIVERSE, SMUT FRIENDLY

i love shipping but i like my ships to be devices to move the plot/dynamics/muses forward, every once in a while though i partake in some much loved self indulgent shipping. just because i ship a certain pairing don't presume that my characters are approaching yours with second intentions, please. most of the time i like to reblog those relationship memes, so if you’re interested in a ship the best way (other than sending me a message ofc) to let me know is by sending ones. there will be some triggering ships here ( like the lannisters, both cersei x jaime and joanna x tywin are my otps, and potential inter clan ships, like with the hyugas - i mean how the hell you think they keep the byakugan in their family?? ) that may either be played with trusted friends or be mentioned/reblogged sometimes, all properly tagged so you can easily blocklist/avoid it. most of my muses are either bi or pan, those who are not will be specified. don't be afraid to reach out to me for shipping right off the bat - i'd rather have you to be open and honest with me about the interactions you want than lying to me, just know that there will be needed some plotting and threading first to see if your muses match. as an adult, my blog is smut friendly, i partake in sexual sunday a lot because some of my muses are very lewd in nature, you can blacklist my tag if that bothers you as well.

『 THE FINAL NOTES』

GENERAL RP ETIQUETTE APPLIES, CREDITS, THANK YOU FOR READING MY RULES

lastly but not least, general rp etiquette applies on my blog: no godmodding, forced ships, etc. there’s only ONE thing that truly makes me go apeshit crazy, and it’s when people don’t read my rules. i ALWAYS find out and it’s not pretty; i block it like it’s hot, ♪ ♫ ♬ block it like it’s hot ♪ ♫ ♬. i strongly assure you that i always read your rules before both following you and also before sending memes, just in case. on a much smaller note, i’m not so hot on single shipping and i really feel weirded out about people forcing me to pic who i’m going to interact with due to theirs DNI’s. while i get DNI’s when it comes to actual predators, when it’s something seemingly random chances are that i’ll softblock you because it weirds me out how volatile some can be when it comes to a hobby. i have some trigger heavy hcs ( for example, the one about jiraiya’s hypersexuality being rooted in trauma that he suffered at a young age ) that i share with only a few muns that are closer with me, so i’ll be mentioning them every once in a while but won’t share them, please don’t insist. i don’t really like most of the main characters of the franchises i write for, and when it comes to certain characters i reserve the right to decline an rp for my own comfort. for further info on what i use to make my graphics please check my “CREDITS.” tag. most of my stuff is made by me, i’ve got a lowkey rph in case you wanna check it out it’s @brazucahelps, however if you want a custom content i can see if i get a free time to come up with something :D

IF YOU READ THIS FAR, THANK YOU SO MUCH — JUST ONE LAST THING, COULD YOU PLS LIKE THIS SO I KNOW YOU’VE READ IT? <3 THANKS!

#RULES.

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dogthemaverick · 3 years ago

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when I sent those asks about your favourites they were srs btw I realised that they probably sounded like bots

Wait, how long have these been sat in my ask box?! I'm sorry if it's been a long time, I've legitimately only just seen them and I can't find the sending notes so I apologise again if it's been a while :(

I'll answer them all here, to avoid dash spam :P

Favourite TV show: I don't really tend to watch telly these days bc it's all the same stuff and I don't often have the attention span to watch things unless I'm with someone to chat about it :') the most recent thing I watched was Bake Off and even that was way more enjoyable when watching it with my best friend! I've been watching a lot of Disaster Breakdown on yt recently which probably doesn't count, but it's the best answer I can give you :')

Favourite animal: Dogs! I know it's a basic answer but I work with them for a reason! Cows are a close second, though! (I went to college on a farm for a reason) /j

Favourite snack: It changes p often bc I find one and then live off of it until I'm sick of it but rn it's ritz crackers <3

Thank you for the asks, I really do appreciate them! I hope I haven't had these in my ask box for too long

#asks #redd rambles #this was very rambling wasn't it <3

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flowercrown-bucky · 4 years ago

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The Adventures Of Frosty The Hitman And The Chocolate Milk Bandit

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of stabbing

Summary: The newest Avenger is truly the golden girl of the team. She might even be sugary enough to sweeten a hundred-year-old ex-Assassin..

Authors Note: A lil’ bit’o Bucky to break up the Loki spam.

The team watches fondly as you and Sam sprint down the corridors of Stark Towers. You and Sam got along like a house on fire, but you were always winding each other up, playing pranks on each other, and occasionally teaming up to play pranks on the rest of the team.

From the second you set foot in the tower, they all fell in love with you. And who could blame them? You were adorable. Everything you did warmed the hearts of others, from washing Tony's suits for him, to plaiting flowers into Steve's hair, to crying hysterically whilst binge watching Doctor Who.

You burst into the room, squealing "hide me!" at the top of your lungs. Laughing, Thor pulled you behind his body, draping a blanket over your giggling form. Sam stalked in, a look of thunder in his eyes as he scanned the room for you. The only person in the room who was not laughing, was Bucky Barnes. No matter how hard you tried, you could not get Bucky to like you. Nothing worked. You had baked for him, fixed his jacket when it tore, made him coffee just the way he liked it, but he was just as cold and aloof. You didn't get it. Why didn't he like you? Tony had told you not to worry about it, that 'Frosty the Hitman' didn't really like anyone, except from Steve. But he didn't really seem to actively dislike anyone, except you.

Bucky grunted, standing up and stalking out the room. Sam pulled a face behind his head, making Y/N giggle through the throw blanket that concealed you. Instantly, Sam leapt on you, tickling you as "punishment for your sins", rendering you oblivious to the communicative looks your teammates were exchanging.

From an outsider's' perspective, it looked very much like two simultaneous seizures, but the series of eye rolls and flinging hands were over the welfare of a certain angry soldier. None of the team had any idea what had gotten Bucky so riled up, but they intended to find out.

Eyes squeezed shut, you pulled the comforter up to your face, your hands clenched around the soft cotton. For the last twenty minutes, a constant stream of loud noises, largely consisting of crashes and expletives, had come from directly beneath you. You weren't stupid; you were fully aware of the risks of being in Stark's tower and it had been ambushed overnight before. The last time someone broke in, you had gone to investigate and ended up with a knife in your thigh. It had been excruciatingly painful, and you were in no hurry to endure either the stabbing or the many, many stitches you'd had as a result again.

However, Stark had upped his security game and the voice was strangely familiar. You guessed it was Steve, seeing as he had proved himself quite the insomniac. Like you, he had awful nightmares and you would not wish to let anyone suffer through them alone

You crept down the stairs, taking utmost care to tread lightly as you did. You would hate to wake anyone.

"Steve?" You whispered, pushing open the door to the kitchen. "Stevie, are you okay?"

You were met with silence, no sign of the person who had been making such a noise not five minutes earlier. Your shoulders dropped, your eyes scanning the kitchen just in case you had missed them.

Well, seeing as you were up, you might as well get yourself a chocolate milk.

The little tub of powder resided on the top shelf in the cupboard, roughly a foot too high for you to reach. Ordinarily, you would get someone to reach it for you, or climb on a chair. However, you did not fancy your chances of wrestling with furniture at 3am.

So you climbed.

You had done it many times before, so it was practically second nature. You balanced yourself on your knees on the countertop, reaching up for the chocolate powder. Your hand found it in the dark, and you triumphantly wrapped your fingers around the little jar, sliding it off its shelf.

"What the hell?" A voice made you jump.

"I can explain!" You squeaked. "I came down looking for a burglar but they went and I couldn't find anyone and I wanted chocolate milk and I couldn't sleep and Steve has nightmares and I couldn't find a chair but I can climb so...."

"Yeah, you can shut up." The person came closer, the light casting their figure as a silhouette. "You're givin' me a headache."

"Bucky, is that you?" You asked, squinting at the tall male. His metal arm glistened in the dim light, giving him away. "Are you... Crying?"

"No." He hastily wiped at his eyes with his flesh knuckles. "There was somethin' in my eye, thas'all."

You leapt off the counter top, flinging yourself at the super soldier and wrapping your arms around his abdomen, feeling his muscles tense at your touch. Only then did you realise he was shirtless, his golden brown skin hot against your tshirt, his sweats soft against your bare legs. He pulled away from you as you slid your hand up his torso, relaxing a little as your hand cupped the back of his neck.

"Do you want chocolate milk?" You mumbled, muffled by his chest. "It always cheers me up when I'm feeling down."

You looked up at him, concern clear in your earnest eyes. He nodded uncertainly, and you beamed up at him. He watched as you turned, scooping powder into glasses, your hips swaying gently as you stirred. His mouth ran dry as his eyes trailed the length of you, lingering on the curve of your legs and the soft curls that had escaped the knot your hair was twisted into. He tried very hard not to look at your ass, barely covered by your batman underwear, but it was proving difficult.

"Y'okay?" You asked softly, holding the glass out to him. The two of you drained your glasses in silence, you hopping from foot to foot as you often did in awkward situations. You smiled at him, but he just grunted in response. Once again, you wrapped your arms around him, pressing your face into his chest.

"Wanna tell me why you were crying?" You asked innocently. Bucky's heart swelled. He was so awful to you, and you were still just as sweet.

"Wasn't crying." He muttered, shifting one arm to loosely return the hug, making you beam against his stomach.

"Sure you weren't." You bit your lip to stifle a giggle at Bucky's indignance. Seeing you relax, Bucky allowed himself to wrap his other arm around your lower back. He couldn't help it, his metal hand dropped to touch the lace of your underwear. As the cool metal met your delicate skin, you squealed, leaping out of his arms.

"I'm sorry!" He yelped, hot footing it out the room. He had intended to explain himself but instead opted to run from the situation, leaving you alone and confused.

There was nothing you hated more than mornings. As always, you were sat on the sofa, an enormous mug of coffee in your hand as the team teased you. You had long since been branded the 'innocent one' and would surely never live it down. Natasha had begun the days' round of Y/N teasing upon glimpsing the size of your mug, asking if you 'liked them big' through hysterical laughter. Sam had soon joined in with something about finally putting your mouth to good use, with Steve rounding it off on you 'being tired after a long night. This had resulted in you storming into the kitchen to strop, yelling about cocky super heroes as you went. It was there you had remained, legs crossed on top of the kitchen counter as you pondered the easiest method of constructing a voodoo doll.

"Alright, Frosty?" Sam grinned, swaggering into the kitchen, accidentally revealing the blushing super soldier as he did. Bucky had been waiting outside the kitchen for some time, attempting to build up the courage to explain his actions to you.

"Another big one, please." Sam winked at you as he handed you the cup. "After all, that is how you like 'em, right?"

You scowled as you took his cup, hopping off the worktop to pour in more coffee from the pot. Bucky's mouth once again ran dry as he took in a glimpse of soft skin. Why did you have to look so damn irresistible all the time? It was seriously distracting.

Sam swaggered out of the room, whistling obnoxiously, a grin on his face almost as big as Y/N's cheeks were red. You smiled briefly at Bucky.

"Morning, soldier." You said, climbing back up onto the counter. Your dress slid up your thighs a little, revealing just enough bare skin to make Bucky's heart hammer.

"Mornin'." He grunted, making to leave.

"Don't go, Bucky." You said softly. "If you want, I'll leave, but you shouldn't have to go."

He shook his head in protest.

"Why do you hate me, Bucky?" You cocked your head to the side, fingers absent mindedly sliding up and down the side of your coffee mug. Bucky's gaze was transfixed, watching your digits caress the white porcelain. How he would love to feel the gentle touch of your fingers, to feel your hand heavy in his. To feel your palm slide against his, or your fingernails scrape against his scalp.

"I don't hate you." He mumbled. Words did not come easily to Bucky.

"Then why do you act like you do?" You seemed hurt by his lack of response, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Bucky's heart throbbed, wanting to pull you into his chest. To hold you tight and never let you go.

"I .... " He spluttered. "I have to go."

With that, he dashed out of the room, once again leaving you, confused and alone.

You hated the gym.

You had never, ever enjoyed exercise. How something that made you red faced and out of breath could be good for you was beyond you, but you had to keep in shape. On more than one mission you had found yourself running ridiculous distances, and Steve had coerced you into working out. To 'make it easier'.

You had done a single session with Steve, vowing never to do it again as you left.

Between the two of you, you had reached a compromise. Yoga was something you had long since enjoyed, so Maria had sought out an instructor for you. Along with your twice - weekly sessions (the instructor was a ridiculously attractive Brazilian, so naturally Natasha had joined) you went out for a jog every day, using the treadmill in the gym on rainy days, and partaking in Steve's more "experimental" training methods.

That was how you came to be suspended in mid air, supported only by a worryingly aged bungee, attatched at one end to your ankle and the other to a ceiling beam, flailing your four limbs in the direction of the wall. Should you be able to reach the wall, you hoped you would be able to kick off it and turn a somersault, before beginning the heinous process again.

You made a mental note never to listen to one of Steve's "brilliant ideas" ever again.

A sudden jolt made you start. Panicked, you looked up, only to find notice the aforementioned worryingly aged bungee had in fact frayed, leaving you falling to the floor in what promised to be an ungainly heap.

As you gathered your senses, you realised your ungainly heap had grown a few limbs.

"Easy, sugar." The mouth, presumably belonging to the limbs, grunted.

You scrambled to get up, only to find yourself thwarted by a knee that had found its way into your lower back.

"Sorry, sorry!" You squeaked.

"Can you get off a' me?" The limbs flailed, inadvertently jabbing you in the ribs in the process.

"I'm trying!" You wailed. Your scrabbling at the floor was proving fruitless and the limbs seemed to be becoming more agitated.

"You can say that again." The unnamed person finally seemed to be detaching themselves from you. This was good, you thought to yourself. You had been beginning to wonder if you were doomed to be stuck with them forever.

As you gradually untangled yourselves, the limbs gradually revealed themselves as belonging to Bucky. You wished you'd got a few extra "accidental" jabs in for good measure, the "trying" comment having not gone amiss, despite being remarkably on-brand with Bucky's attitude.

"Thanks for landing on me." He grunted.

"I didn't mean to!" You cried, indignant. It wasn't like it was your fault that the bungee had snapped, and it definitely wasn't your fault he'd been under you when you fell.

He said nothing in response, getting to his feet and stalking off, his cheeks slightly flushed from your ordeal. Dressed in sweatpants and an old grey top, he had clearly been intending to work out, maybe spar with someone. A few stray hairs had escaped the bun he'd scraped his hair into, falling softly around his face, the shirt he was wearing riding up as he walked, revealing a strip of golden brown abdomen. His grey sweats were riding dangerously low, something you noted with a furious blush.

How was it fair for someone so grouchy to look so good?

There was nothing you liked more than rainy days. Curling up on the cushy sofas under a blanket with a mug of hot chocolate while watching Serena van der Woodsen gallivant round New York in increasingly ridiculous plot lines was your idea of a perfect Sunday morning.

Bucky was not having a good morning.

He'd gotten up early to train to find the gym already in use, and gotten in the shower to find the hot water out of circulation. So, after a freezing shower, he was heading for the kitchen to get some toast and coffee. Maybe some bacon.

He padded into the living room, spotting you on the sofa. You stretched your legs under your blanket, lazily stretching your arms with a small yawn.

You turned towards him as he drew closer to you, flashing him a brilliant smile.

Oh lordy, he thought to himself. Here we go again.

Bucky adored your smile.

He trudged on past you, heading for the coffee pot.

"I made some not long ago." You glanced up at him. "Coffee, I mean. Should still be warm."

"Thanks." He grunted, pouring himself a large cup. He leant on the worktop as he sipped, largely ignoring your attempts at making small talk.

It wasn't that he didn't want to talk to you. Quite the opposite, in fact. He wanted to spend time with you, find out every little detail. Hear about your day, the pets you had when you were younger, your favourite movies.

You absolutely melted Bucky, and he wasn't really sure what to do about that. Every time he saw you, his body froze and he felt the strong inclination to behave like a complete asshole.

"Why do you hate me?" Your voice snapped him out of his train of thought.

"What?" He asked, bewildered.

"Why do you hate me?" You repeated, hurt and confusion clear in your voice.

"I don't hate you, I..." His voice trailed off. "I jus', I don't..."

"I've been nothing but nice to you." You continued, anger clear in your voice as your volume raised. "All this time, I've tried to help you, go out of my way to do things, and you're nothing but awful to me."

"I'm sorry, I..." He found himself lost for words.

"I just don't understand." Your eyes became glassy. "What have I ever done to you to make you hate me so much?"

Your bottom lip quivered, and Bucky felt as if his heart might explode as your eyes brimmed with tears.

"'M sorry." He scrabbled to find the right thing to say. "Wait, no, no, don't cry. I'll, I'll find you a tissue. Or somethin'."

He searched frantically for something to dry your eyes with, snatching up a napkin and hurrying across the room to where you were curled on the sofa, placing the crumpled tissue into your hand.

Bucky's experience with women was plentiful, but largely occurred roughly 80 years prior or whilst brainwashed. And they were largely not crying. He was not good with crying women.

He reached out, awkwardly patting your shoulder. How did Steve do it?

"Please, don't cry." He begged. "I'll cheer you up. I'll get pizza, I'll, I'll - I'll do a dance, if you want."

You laughed, bringing your hand up to your face and gently wiping a tear away with a knuckle.

"There now, sugar." He said, gently dabbing under your eyes with a tissue. "You're too pretty to cry."

Your cheeks flushed violently as he wrapped his flesh arm around you, resting his hand lightly against your back. Hugs, he knew, were comforting, and he could easily get used to the feeling of your soft skin.

"I'll make you chocolate milk if you stop cryin'." He murmured softly.

"How's a girl to refuse an offer like that?" You looked up at him, rubbing your nose with the back of your hand.

Those eyes got him every time. Bucky thought he might give you the moon if you asked for it.

Climbing to his feet, he padded across the kitchen to where he remembered the small jar to be, overly aware of you just two steps behind him. You nodded gratefully as he handed you the drink, taking a long sip.

Suddenly, Bucky jerked forward, smashing his face into yours.

For a second, you thought he was going to headbutt you, but his lips found your and you realised.

The super soldier was not, in fact, attempting to attack you, but he was kissing you.

And once you'd gotten over the initial shock, you were really quite enjoying it.

You pushed yourself up onto your tip toes, kissing him fiercely. Your little fingers wound their way into his hair, pulling him down towards you.

All you could see, all you could think, all you could feel, was Bucky.

And finally, everything felt like it made sense.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x you #soft bucky is my kink #james buchanan barnes x reader

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sugared-violets · 4 years ago

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Tag game time!

Tagged by @esperbuddy I appreciate u

1. Why did you choose your url?

Once I reblogged an ask game post that was like "send me a nickname!" and I got "pillow" from an anon and "purple frog" from a beloved mutual. Or maybe the other way around? It was like four years ago I forget 😅

2. Any side blogs?

Yep! @chickadeeinlove for aesthetic/cute/stim spam, and @bisexualbotanist for minecraft and stardew spam. Oh shit, and @purplenotebook for my writing! Haven't updated that one in a while lol. I say the first two are for spam 'cause I sometimes reblog those things onto this blog too, but if I'm on a real kick and don't want to bug people with a bunch of the same thing it just goes to the sideblogs.

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

Five or six years I think?

4. Do you have a queue tag?

Absolutely not, the only thing in my queue is that black eyed peas 3008 post lmao.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

I obsessively followed facebook pages with names like "best of tumblr", "worst of tumblr", "a tumblr a day", etc, in middle school because I was bored and lonely and eventually realized I could be getting that shit from the source

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

I love hades a lot and Dionysus is one of my favorite gods in the game. Also purble

7. Why did you choose your header?

It's my kitten being cute what more explanation is there

8. What's your post with the most notes?

The "aro princess under a sleeping beauty curse is revived by her dog licking her" one

9. How many mutuals do you have?

Uhhh something like a dozen maybe? I honestly don't know, sometimes my tumblr just unfollows people without my knowledge and it takes me a while to realise so it's always kinda in flux

10. How many followers do you have?

One thousand and ninety! No, I don't know why.

11. How many people do you follow?

116! Two being mutuals I just refollowed while trying to figure out how many I have lmao (sorry!!). Also, fun fact, did you know there's a following cap at 5000? When I was first on tumblr I followed literally every person I saw who like. made or reblogged a funny post ever in hopes of populating my dash and eventually hit the cap. Purging all the very dead blogs I followed when I was 15 was a real undergoing.

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

Almost exclusively

13. How often do you use tumblr a day?

It varies wildly from not touching it all day if I'm busy to watching stim videos for hours on end when I am in a deep depression. Most days I just hop on for a few minutes every couple hours to check out the dash though.

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog?

I don't think so? I block a lot of people to keep my dash and notes discourse-free

15. How do you feel about the 'you need to reblog' posts?

I have phrases like "friendly/unfriendly reminder", "spread this like wildfire", "why is nobody talking about" content blocked because I find them so annoying. Also the "#reblog bait" tag because some people are kind enough to tag em. This has made my dash 1000% more bearable I highly recommend it

16. Do you like tag games?

Yes! They're very fun and make me feel like I'm 15 again passing them around with my first mutuals

17. Do you like ask games?

See above!

18. Which of your mutuals do you think are tumblr famous?

You're all tumblr famous in my heart ❤❤❤ (Also once I was mutuals with an Extremely popular blogger but she softblocked me when she (31) found out I was only 19 💔💔 No hard feelings though I get it)

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Obviously?? If you're in my notes consistently enough for me to notice (I look at my activity Very rarely) I'm in love with you

I'm tagging: @condulences , @sketch-wolf , @zeyzem , @queenoftheskittleholics , @nvr-pass , @enby-umbreon, and if you're one of my mutuals that I couldn't find then consider yourself tagged, I'm very forgetful but I genuinely appreciate you all

edit: why did this post half-finished????? gotta retype all my tags smh

#PSA!! if we were once mutuals but i unfollowed u please dm me so i can follow u again!!#there is a 99.999% chance i didn't actually do it n it was just tumblr being dumb n i would love to regain all my mutuals #shoutout to the two ex-ex-mutuals i found while making this post and followed again #finally my dash is healing #tag game #dani.txt

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seijorhi · 4 years ago

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hey rhi :) I think that you might've already answered something similar to this but I can't find it TT I've been a big fan of yandere/dark content stuff for forever and I want to try writing some, and I'm thinking about starting my own blog in the next year or so once life calms down a bit. Do you have any tips or tricks to share? Your blog is wonderful and such a joy to read (not to mention really organized!!), and I'd love to hear your advice :) sorry again if you've already done this !

Hiya bby!

I think I have answered something similar but I can’t find it either so 🤷‍♀️ I’m probably not the best person to ask because I’m a little inconsistent haha, but hopefully something here helps?

Don’t be afraid to reach out to other writers! It doesn’t happen often but I love being tagged in fics and stuff - and most writers on tumblr (or at least the ones I know of) are usually super happy to check out new blogs and content so long as you’re nice about it

I think there are a few discord writing servers I’ve seen going around that have like monthly collabs and things. I am a shy little gremlin and so I don’t interact too much on big discord servers but it’s a great way to interact with other writers and with the ones that have the collabs, build up a bit of a following

Opening requests is a great way to gain a following, however I highly recommend having a list of rules and characters/fandoms you’ll write for in place before you do that, but pease don’t forget that it’s your blog, you should write the content you want to write and at the end of the day you don’t owe strangers on the internet anything

Write consistently - I don’t mean that you have to post every day (and setting targets like that can be a super quick way to suck the fun out of your writing and burn out quickly) but even if it’s a few sentences a day, just write :)

Try and keep to a rough schedule - I realise that I’m being incredibly hypocritical here, but especially when you’re starting out it’s good to have a guide for what you’ll post when, though please don’t do what I do which is consistently overestimating how much writing can be achieved in a short amount of time and then forgoing sleep in order to ‘catch up’

I want to stress this again; you don’t have to post content every day. Some writers will write smaller ficlets and drabbles - like 500-ish words and post them more frequently, other writers might take a few weeks between posts but then drop 15k+ masterpieces, there’s no hard and fast rule. I for one can’t write headcanons, but for some blogs that’s a quick way for them to smash out content - figure out what works for you. I aim to have one ‘proper’ fic out a week and in between some shorter drabbles and concepts.

Interact with your followers! I think we all get a little worried about spamming people’s dashes with asks and stuff, but i love my anons (and my moots!) and I think it makes it fun :)

Create a masterlist early, figure out your tw tags - and tags in general - so there’s consistency, and purely for the sake of making things easier for your followers, it’s good to create a navigation post with links that you can pin

Also, it goes without saying but please for the love of god tag your content 👀

And the biggest one - try not to obsess over notes. It so, so easy to start comparing yourself to other writers or thinking that a fic has ‘failed’ because it doesn’t have the notes that your other ones do, and it’s never going to do you any good. I know that it’s really the only measure we have over whether or not our content is appreciated but your notes are not a reflection of how good of a writer you are. I think especially with dark content a lot of people aren’t comfortable reblogging/liking content that’s ‘taboo’ so you end up with a lot of silent readers or a really skewed likes to reblog ratio. Depending on time zones and a whole range of other factors sometimes certain fics just take off while others don’t. Certain characters are more popular, so you have a higher chance of more people seeing it or whatever, sometimes tumblr’s tagging systems fucks up and your fics don’t appear - just don’t obsess over the numbers because it won’t do anything but make you feel like shit

It takes time to build a following, so please don’t get disheartened - the first haikyuu fic I posted got 2 notes in the first 24 hours that I posted it, which felt like a gut punch, and I think it took a few days for my first fic to get any at all. Buti was also coming out of the blue with a fresh blog that no one knew about so there’s that haha. Have fun with it, write because you want to and you love the characters

#BD rambles #like a lot #ask #anon

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yoonia · 3 years ago

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OKAY DIA, I HAVE NO IDEA HOW OR WHY I PRESSED THE UNFOLLOW BUTTON?! LIKE I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO I'M EXTREME CONFUSED!!

Anyway, I've been binging the Shifter Series for the past couple days (as your notifs probably show, sorry about that lmfao). I absolutely love the world building that you've done with all the published chapters and parts. The way you were able to build off of a one-shot and then creat this whole universe truly astounds me. I love the backstory we get from Lord Laila and the unsurprising half truth told over the generations about the Blood War. It was such a great idea to have the rouges have a temporary alpha and even more interesting for him to be placed and born into a female omega. The emotions that the characters all feel shines through and I even shed a tear here and there while reading.

I did have a question about the aging (or lack thereof) limits for each species. Obviously vampires live the longest and then I'm guessing the remaining Lycans, animal shifters, and then I have no idea with other species like sirens and wiccans/witches/warlocks.

I hope you have a wonderful day/night!! Much love to you💜💜💜

Omg a glitch maybe? I wouldn't pass it on Tumbroke, the site always does some shady things like making us unfollow people without letting us know until we realise they went missing from our dash T^T

Don't be sorry about the spam. Seeing you on my notifs makes me super happy cause I can see you enjoying yourself there haha Thank you for reading my Shifter series, seriously, it means a lot. The latest update for BMR was a bit rough but it was something that I've been terribly impatient to share because it answered a lot of questions that I've been getting since the start. Adding Lord Laila into the scene was fun cause she's the best character to explain everything since she's the one with the white magic and all. I'm sorry for the emotional ride on the story. I should probably warn you that the thing with Haerin and the Rogue King will become quite a ride in the future too.

Oh, it's interesting that you ask about this, by the way. About their aging, you're right about the vampires living the longest. While Jimin keeps saying that they're technically still mortals, I'm sure Lord Laila's explanation can tell you that basically they don't exactly have an age limit, especially when they are able to choose to do their Eternal Sleep to somehow survive longer. even though physically, they will still be aging the longer they live their lives without taking the long nap (just like how Jimin described the physical trait of one of the Elders on the prologue and chapter 1).

Lycans come next as they have the ability to live to thousands of years. For animal shifters and sirens, they both have a similar longevity where they can live for even over a century long, but they can also die younger under certain circumstances (eg. Mating Sickness). In the cases of when a shifter or a vampire have a human mate, then the human will develop the same aging process that they would age slower and live longer just like their mates do. In the future scenes, you might even see a few cases where the humans are turned by the shifter mate.

For the magicians, wiccans/witches/warlocks age like any normal humans do, but they have the ability to pass on their powers to their successors, or, in the special cases like the master Dark Warlock, they can preserve their magic which their descendant can bring back or resurrect as long as they have a way to "unlock" them (eg. Titus has inherited the Dark Warlock's ability so his magic lives on, and then he subconsciously passes on his magic to Jin's mate who is his granddaughter)

This is just a rough explanation about the aging process but I hope that's clear enough. I'll be slipping in a few explanations in the story as well as we continue. Thank you again for supporting this series. I hope you're having a wonderful weekend!

#lilacdreams-00 #answered #fic: shifters series #misc: feedback #fic talk: shifters series

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inkblot-skyz · 3 years ago

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Friend since we were [insert very young age here im not giving that away]: *follows me*

Me: *instant follow back despite just waking up because fuck you friendship is better than breakfast*

I am now realising what a mistake that is I'm so sorry your dash is gonna be spammed to hell even with all my side blogs love you???

#im so sorry swan #also love the fact that i can instantly recognise their username after all this time #love that for me #inkblot sucks

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homenum-revelio-hq · 4 years ago

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Welcome (again) to the Order of the Phoenix, Seb!

You have been accepted for the role of MADALÉINA WARREN with the faceclaim of Sirena Warren! We really enjoyed how Maddy, while being a fighter against injustice, is also still a young adult. We truly can’t wait to see how she blossoms into herself and finds out who she really is as a person. We also love that she’ll be joining the ranks as a Muggleborn witch, as this is a group fighting for people of her blood status and doesn’t actually have many of them within their organization. So excited to have her on the dash!

Please take a look at the new member checklist and send in your account within 24 hours! Thank you for joining the fight against Voldemort!

OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME & PRONOUNS: Seb he/him

AGE: 21+ (not getting younger, lads!)

TIMEZONE: GMT+1

ACTIVITY LEVEL: I’m here! Usually I’d do at least a round of replies every morning (either 1 reply per character or a full round of 1 character) but at times I’m a bit anxious about spamming people with too many of my replies at once, so I hold off. And now that I’m on a holiday until October 15th, I’ll definitely be able to keep that regularity going so what am I to do? Find another roleplay? Never!

ANYTHING ELSE: Triggers, still: under-water sequences

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Madaléina “Maddy” Warren

AGE: 18

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY:

Cis female. She/Her. Hetero.

To turn things around a bit, I like to think that Maddy is quite endeared by the idea of being bisexual, of just loving everyone and anyone regardless of their gender, and she definitely clings to the girl-crushes she had, but really, she’s just straight. She hasn’t had any serious relationships yet but I think the day she meets the right guy, she’ll realise that those feelings are very different from infatuation. For a while it’ll make her seek the same emotional depth with a woman for a while, but eventually she’ll realise that she’s fully straight. This being said, she was raised Irish-Catholic and this whole ‘I’m open-minded and bisexual!’ might ironically stem from that; a way to distance herself from the conservative world around her. So it’s less observation-based and more a head thing, where she’d just rather want to be on the side of the ostracised than the ostracis..ers.

BLOOD STATUS: Muggleborn.

HOUSE ALUMNI: Hufflepuff.

ANY CHANGES: No, please stay the way you are!

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

PERSONALITY:

Maddy’s heart is big, open, and full of love. That is the first thing you must know.

She sees the good in people before anything else, and when there is no good, she dreams of planting it into their hearts, seed by seed, smile by smile. She’s the epitome of ‘kill them with kindness, giving everyone second, third and fourth chances, and truly believing that everyone can change for the better, that no one deserves death, that everyone deserves a friendly hand, helping them. The second thing you must know, is that she’s a clever little fox, and when she asks: What Would Jesus Do?, she doesn’t mean the glorified white Jesus people misuse for the prejudiced bullcrap, but the actual Jewish Jesus who yelled at the rich and kissed prostitutes regardless of their reputation. She’s got an innate sense of justice, and it can turn her into an American Honey Badger if ever she encounters someone being treated unfairly. The third thing you must know, is that she’s still very much searching for herself. She knows who she wants to be, she knows she wants to spread love and eradicate injustice in the world, but in between those goals, she’s an 18-year-old mess who’s not really good at what she’s doing. One minute she’s talking about the importance of unity amongst the Order, the next minute she’s talking about how cool it would be if they all wore the yellow-black X-Men uniform. One minute she’s angry about big corporations exploiting the poor, the next minute she’s babbling about how much she loves coca cola. One minute she’s talking feminism and how every woman should be allowed to do what she wants, the next minute she scoffs at a roommate wearing too short of a mini-skirt. She’s young, Christ-damnit – oh yes, she also truly struggles with cursing in a non blasphemous way – but she’s trying.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY:

Derry, 1972. The infamous key-event of The Troubles of Northern Ireland called Bloody Sunday, which caused the IRA to grow and radicalise further, makes the mother of 9 children a widow. The youngest of those 9 children has just been born in the hospital and Maddy is watching over the other younger siblings with only mild interest – after all, the Addams Family is on TV! – and she knows not to expect her mother to come home before tomorrow night. What she doesn’t know, however, is that while her mother returns, her father never does.

From that day on, the Warrens’ life is no longer the same. Were they a wild, jumbled bunch of messy but cheerful people, they are now scraping at the stone of their personal rock bottom hell. Maddy’s older siblings are off to find work, so is their mother, and Maddy is left to slowly become a second mum to her younger siblings.

Before that, she was one of many, forgotten and forced to scream and scratch for attention – now there’s not even that much left. Who she is doesn’t matter, what she wants doesn’t matter. All that matters is that the family survives, and a fun and quirky personality brings laughter but not bread to the table, so what’s it really worth?

The TV is sold, so are all of Maddy’s comic books and the cool earrings she got for Christmas. When it’s time to even sell her father’s clothes, she steals the jeans jacket he was shot in, never bothering to repair the hole on its back. A reminder, perhaps, of the injustice in the world. Of how dangerous it is, to let people know who you really are. No one notices. No one ever notices what she’s doing. Much like the big jeans jacket eats her entire frame, her father’s death overshadows everything she once was. By the age of 10, she’s lost her identity and personality, becomes ‘one of the many Warren children’, and people in the streets address her by her father’s name, not her own. And then she turns 11. It’s Dumbledore himself who appears in her living room, explaining Maddy everything, and her mother cries the whole time through. Why? That’s something Maddy learns only a few years later. And quite frankly, in that moment? She doesn’t want to know. Here is a real whole Wizard who looks like Gandalf the Wise and says she’s a Witch and says she’s special and says she has a life away from all of this. And then he says: “It’s okay to be scared,” and Maddy hears herself admit that, yes, she is a little scared. After all, she wasn’t raised to be special.

Suddenly she’s an individual, her own person, and the possibilities are endless. Who does she want to be? What’s the plan? Where will this adventure lead her to, and why is no one there to guide her? She’s lost. Alone and lost. Her dream has become a nightmare. Her first year, she is focusing on being a good Witch at Hogwarts, carrying the burden of her destiny as good as she can while keeping her head low and fearing the sound of her own name. It’s only been a bit less than a year since her father died, but a year in the life of an 11-year-old is a lot, and it scarred Maddy. Hogwarts isn’t a big school, people quickly know her, that Irish Mudblood, as they call her, and even though she hears the snarl in their voice she’s too afraid to correct them. “What is it, muddy Mudblood? Don’t know how to use your wand to defend yourself?” Then the Summer holidays come. She’s can’t wait to be back home, one of many, ‘one of the Robert Warren kids’, back in anonymity. But it’s too late. Things have changed. She’s the special one now here, too. In Derry, people know her as the girl who got a scholarship in a private school in Scotland; everyone is proud of her. Her older siblings are glad they don’t have to feed yet another hungry mouth all the time, to see at least someone get out of here unharmed. And her younger siblings have, for the first time in years, hope in their own future again. Hope that they, too, might become special at the age of 11. None of them are.

Maddy remains the only Witch of her family.

For a while, as the years pass, she tries to fit in even better. Look less catholic, speak less witchy, smell less like a Mudblood. She’s long stopped screaming and scratching for attention but now she’s actively trying to never stand out. And why would she want to? The English don’t care about the beauty of the green. The Muggles don’t understand the full scope of the marvel that the Wizarding World holds in store. And the Purebloods can’t even grasp the greatness of using a damn – sorry! – telephone. People live and exist in in- and out-groups, and the walls are high, causing cold wars in the world and amongst possible friends. She’s special, yes, but in a way no one truly understands, and she realises that there is loneliness in being different. And that’s when Maddy, fourteen years old, walks into the second-floor bathroom at Hogwarts and into a long-deceased family member: Myrtle Warren. Her father’s sister and her mother’s childhood best friend. Killed by bloodpurist ideologies. Safe, nowhere, not even in the hopeful life she’d been promised here. And Maddy understands. People die because they’re different. It’s not just lonely. It’s dangerous. But ducking one’s head and letting the un-different people rule will never undo the danger. Only being visibly different, outspoken, unashamed of one’s specialness can tear down the walls and help people familiarize themselves with the cultures on the other side. She’s special, goddamnit – sorry! – and she’d rather die teaching people how beautiful that is rather than pretending she’s not! With determination, she puts her wooden cross back around her neck. Stuffs her Wolverine T-shirt into her jeans, tosses her dad’s jeans jacket over her shoulders. Then she marches up to the Slytherin table and smashes her fist into Avery’s face. “See, the thing is, we Mudbloods don’t need a wand to defend ourselves.” So, while the war in Northern Ireland gets worse and worse, Maddy makes a name for herself at Hogwarts by selling Muggle-trinkets (sending the money home), playing on the Quidditch team, excelling in various classes and just being a good sport altogether. People listen to her ideas and even laugh at her jokes, and she makes sure to learn about everyone else’s specialness as well. After all, if everyone realised they’re worth of attention and love, maybe they’d grant the same blessing to others as well, and no one would have to fear being different anymore.

Nowadays, cheer has returned to her family. With four children out of the house and two already capable to work, the Warrens are much more relaxed, enjoying watching everyone’s path unfold, while still waiting curiously to see if the youngest, Robert Jr., will receive a letter for his 11th birthday or not. Some resent never having received their letters, others are just happy for Maddy, and others prefer not to think about it at all. What matters is that they’re now all individuals thinking for themselves, allowing each other, at times together, to be happy. And all would be good… Only that Maddy’s no longer part of it now, is she?

OCCUPATION:

Entrepreneur (Business for Muggle-trinkets sold in the magical world).

What started as an act of desperation (bringing ballpens to Hogwarts) suddenly turned into its whole own thing, where first Muggleborns begged for more objects from home and then the other kids got interested in it, too. Seeing how Hogwarts’ magic didn’t let electronics function properly, those objects were usually of mechanical banality or just plain cultural stuff like magazines, blotting paper, alarm clocks, a special type of cereals, etc.

Maddy was more than ready to stop her business after graduating, but the fact that her clients graduated along with her and now still preferred her shop than hunting through Muggle cities for the things they never really had to buy for themselves in seven long years just had her continue the thing. And now, since she has to make money somehow, she’s looking into buying an empty shop at Diagon Alley.

ROLE WITHIN THE ORDER/THOUGHTS ABOUT THE ORDER:

Maddy was attracted to the Order by Maurice’s radio show and his subcultural references calling out for more Muggleborns to join the war. In all honesty, up until that point, she wasn’t really aware that a war was going on..? She understood that she was being discriminated against, and that Muggleborns were fleeing the country, but, Jesus – sorry! – she’d grown up in Derry, a bit of oppression is neither a proof of war nor a reason to run away, is it? But when she learnt that there was a vigilante group trying to fix the racist bullcrap that was going on, she found herself quite interested. “I don’t really know what I bring to the table, though,” she told Maurice after meeting him before anyone else, and he replied: “You bring perspective, and that’s exactly what we need.”

She doesn’t really support the more radical notions of some Order members, and would rather see them figure out a peaceful way to end the war (the idea of seeing someone be shot in the back like they did it to her father is haunting her at all times, unfortunately) but she knows that not doing anything won’t fix things either. And at least these people understand the beauty of diversity. In fact, she’s more than proud of the Purebloods who have joined the cause, and takes it as proof that everyone can change if given the chance.

She’s still very new in the Order (therefore still full of hope) and is mostly trying to find her footing. But I think it won’t take long until she will come forth with her first pro-active, constructive suggestions: it’ll be less about killing Voldemort and more about educating those who could become potential followers. Teaching them of the Muggle World, of how fun the culture can be, how there’s not such thing as blood dilution, etc, perhaps going all the way to even dismantle the Statue of Secrecy.

SURVIVAL:

She lives in a flat with some Muggleborn and Halfblood friends in Muggle London. Gerry and Charlie started a university degree and Kathy is currently doing an internship at the Ministry of Magic. None of them really know what’s going on, what they’re doing, and how to subscribe to a newspaper, so while they do face daily discrimination in the Wizarding World (very much a reason why Gerry and Charlie went back to the Muggle World for the time being), they haven’t really paid attention to fixing it yet. And while Maddy knows it’ll be a bit difficult to keep the Order thing a secret from them, she also knows that they wouldn’t really care. In a way, that’s what’s also keeping them safe: they’re just a bunch of kids, so no one would ever suspect Maddy to be a danger to society. Right?

RELATIONSHIPS:

As you just saw above, there will definitely be a strain put on Maddy’s relationship with her friends. She knows that she’ll eventually have to leave them, if the secret becomes too much of a burden or Death Eaters could put them at danger just for being close to her, or tell them the truth and let them decide whether they want to join the Order as well or not. In a way, she already knows they won’t. After all, they chose to go back to the Muggle World for a reason. The same goes for her family – who, admittedly, are less close to her these days, but who are still very much family, and she’d never forgive herself if something happened to them. Other than that, I think joining the Order will open a lot of new relationships, seeing how Maddy will be surrounded by people who are equally as invested in wanting to make the world a better place.

The Bang Gang (Chaos Trio): Maddy went to school with them and has a complicated relationship with them. By the type of personality, she’s similar to Dorcas, her roommate, and you’d think that’s a great basis for a friendship. But that’s definitely not what happened. From the day Dorcas revealed herself to be more on the ‘I’ma fight everyone!’ type, Maddy decided to go against that and be of the ‘I’ma befriend everyone!’ type. The Bang Gang seems loud and obnoxious and not at all on the peace-path to fix discrimination with love. No wonder the Order is so radical! Sure, deep down, Maddy admires them at least a little, for being so cool and brave, but on the outside she’s mostly annoyed. After all, if Maddy had wanted to join a terrorist group, she could’ve picked the IRA.

Caradoc: Big Grumpy Man, Maddy is not a fan. While he’s surprisingly civil to her, compared to many other Order members, she doesn’t agree with his radical notions. Sure, Purebloods are the ones who started it all, but Christ – sorry! – give them a chance to change! It’s not by antagonising them that you will end up making friends. From the outside, their relationship must look like a tiny dog yapping at a benevolent old man who just smiles back with patience.

Dedalus: Funky Funny Man has a shop on Diagon Alley, and while Maddy absolutely despises Wizarding Candy, she wonders if the flamboyant (and very handsome) Wizard might want to give her a corner of his shop for her to set up her own. Just until she has enough money scraped together to buy her own shop. And if the poor Muggleborns entering this world had to suffer through ear-wax jelly beans, then it’s about time that Purebloods experience the greatness that is Muggle candy.

Maurice: Feisty Pretty Man is the one who attracted Maddy to the Order. His voice drew her in, his face made her stay. Who can blame her? When she asked him what the Order could possibly want from her, he said: “Perspective”, and it was what Maddy needed to realise that her whole thing about changing the world one kind deed at a time might’ve just found a home to grow in. Whether Maurice knows it or not, he’s become her mentor, and Maddy couldn’t look at him with any more heart-eyes if she were a cartoon.

OOC EXPLORATION:

SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS:

I direly need Maddy to have a crush on every boy she encounters, be they gay or racist. I don’t care how far it gets (I don’t think she really wants anything serious anyway, even if she whines about being single all the time) or how many rejections she’ll receive, I just need her to constantly be distracted by the urge to snog, thank you.

WHAT PRIVILEGES AND BIASES DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE?

I think by nature of who they are, how they grew up, Muggleborns are less prejudiced towards people and creatures from the Wizarding World. Because on the one hand, everything is weird and different to them, on the other, it’s just fairy tales! Werewolves are cool as hell – sorry! – why would you be mean to them?! Why not befriend them and learn everything about them! And while obviously Maddy finds herself kind of tense around Purebloods, it’s not at all an innate thing like her hate towards the English. And then there’s the whole thing where she believes in the good in everyone that just makes her actively fight any prejudices she might have. So while I’m sure she’s free of bias, I think of all my characters, she’s the most open-minded one.

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO? Listen.

PLOT DROP IDEAS:

For Maddy: - have her fight for a spot on Diagon Alley while bloodpurists try to keep her from it. - have her kill the Basilisk at Hogwarts (it’s personal, okay) - have her get some snogs - make up with Dorcas and Benjy? For the RP: - telephone station at House of Bones for Maurice to actually receive responses from the Muggleborns he calls out to (Pride style) - Generally a branch of the DTF actively recruiting Muggleborns (and it causing discussions in the Order) - maybe a law passing at the Ministry related to her shop in Diagon Alley, taking away the right for Muggleborns to have their own shops, and the Order managing to prevent the law from passing (but before they manage, perhaps there’s a surge of refugees the DTF has to take care of?)

ANYTHING ELSE?

Maddy is Low-Level. I’d say she joined fairly recently, seeing how Maurice’s radio show plot hasn’t even been made official yet. So maybe Dedalus’ plan of that buddy-system [x (first paragraph)] for new Order members could take effect on her as a test dummy? :’ D

EXTRA FOR NON-BIO CHARACTERS:

PAST: Born and raised as an Irish Catholic in Derry during The Troubles of Northern Ireland, young Maddy learnt from a young age that there are people who will kill you based on something you cannot control. Born and raised amongst a family of nine children, however, she also learnt that being different is a gift and not something you should hide. Being the same as everyone else, one of many, might make life easy, but it certainly doesn’t make life honest and good. This realisation came when she met the ghost of her aunt in the second-floor bathroom at Hogwarts – known as Moaning Myrtle; Maddy didn’t know why she was the only one of her siblings to have been granted magical powers, but she sure as hell – sorry for the swearing! – understood in this very moment that keeping a low profile like Myrtle had done fifty years ago would neither protect her life, nor change the world for the better. Thus, in the span of four years, she grew to be the most honest version of herself that she could possibly be: an Irish Catholic Muggleborn Witch with a love for superhero comics. Selling Muggle trinkets at Hogwarts (ranging from ballpens to comic books) she was known as the proud Hufflepuff who knew how to befriend about anyone. ‘Kill them with kindness’ became her motto, and while she still had a lot to learn regarding how to be as self-assured as she liked to present herself to be, she was, for the most part, succeeding in her mission to introduce Purebloods to Muggle culture, building bridges for those two worlds in ways she knew she’d never be able to do it for the English and the Irish at home.

PRESENT: The cat who dragged her into the Order was Maurice Creevey and his radio show. Her “What do I possibly have to offer them, though?” was answered with a “Perspective,” and it was all she needed to hear to be convinced. Had he said ‘your wits’, ‘your optimism’, or ‘the stakes you have in this war,’, she would’ve declined and gone back home to her Muggleborn flatmates who have turned their back to the Wizarding World after graduating from Hogwarts. But he said: “Perspective”, and that was the one thing Maddy has always believed is in her range of capabilities. After all, she does have a different perspective on it all, and she is more than willing to teach people of this perspective, of her side of the story, to make them empathise and want to tear down the walls of cultural divide alongside with her. She firmly believes that everyone could be friends if they only understood each other, and she’s not afraid to grab her megaphone to have communication happen. Either way, she does not care for another war like there is at home, does not care at all for seeing more people she loves be killed by being shot in the back, the way it happened to her father in 1972. So her main focus right now (except finding an empty place in Diagon Alley to set up her Muggle shop) is to identify the more radical members of the Order and explain to them that they shouldn’t hurt anyone on behalf of the Muggleborns, or there will be direct retaliation against exactly those. And once she’s got them in her pocket, she wants to update the Hogwarts curriculum to educate Wizards about Muggles to finally end the divide – and perhaps even the Statue of Secrecy, one day.

FC CHOICES: Sirena Warren as found here: [x], [x], [x]. Alternatively: Meta Gewald [x], [x], [x] or Faith Jaggernauth [x], [x], [x] . I must admit, none of them have very good resources, though…

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